Finally, I’ve made it into the movies…

…well, not quite.

I do, however, seem to have found myself being involved in a scene day in day out.

When I catch my usual train, every time without fail there is a slightly large gentleman who is always walking down the road when I leave the station. Oh, who am I kidding, hes more than slightly large – hes huge. Poor guy, only the other week, when it was raining a lot, passers by were convinced that another whale had lost its bearings.

Anyway, I digress.

Yes, every morning, as I leave the station, I feel as though Ive been dropped into the middle of a film scene. The man-mountain is always on the same stretch, big leather coat, slightly Sicilian/Italian features, gold chain, ‘well fed on pasta’ style physique. Always as I turn the corner, there blocking the way, filling the pavement, walking slowly, puffing and panting away – stopping me get by.

Only a long leather jacket, gun, and an extra 4 inches of height separates me from actually being Carlito Brigante.

Know the scene? Its near the end of Carlitos Way, when the ‘mob’ are trying to chase him through the station, but the giant meatball guy cant keep up and just gets in the way.

Oh to have a firearm with me.